Men, that is.
Most days I plod through my life, never taking notice of those around me. I’m in my mid-40s, I’m not looking for romance and most of the time I just want to go to work and go home where I’m a hermit with my dogs.
But sometimes things change.
Sometimes someone forces me to take notice. And it seems that once I notice them, I also become aware of others.
Maybe it’s the goofy grin I’ve been wearing lately.
Maybe it’s the extra 5 minutes I spend on my make up.
Maybe it’s all about the pheromones.
Hell if I know.
One thing is for certain: the night guy at the convenience store where I get gas gave me his phone number tonight.
WTF?! I mean, really.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute and I’d probably go out on a date with him, but I’m not a multi-tasker.
I’m a slow thinker when it comes to men. I like to ride one train to the end of the line, derail it, and beat that dead iron horse for a while. How else do you build up a good resentment for the opposite sex?
Taking a trip on two trains is tiring, to say the least. All of that baggage shuffling, repositioning, and dealing with new passengers can be annoying. I much prefer to stay on the original train.
Until it derails in a flaming cloud of recriminations and animosity. I hate that shit.
But what if the second train has better seating, costs less, and is smoother to ride?